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“Answer the damn question,” Lucian ordered.
“There isn’t any way to fix it. She won’t compromise on some things, and I can’t give them to her. End of story.”
“Can’t or won’t.”
“Can’t. I don’t have the ability.”
“Did she say that, or is it you being a pussy?”
“She said it.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? That’s it. And so you’re giving up? Maybe you are a pussy.”
“Don’t make me punch you in the face, Morelli. I will tie you to one of the pillars and let the storm take you with it.” I took a step toward him. “You’re a fucking busybody who needs to stay out of my personal life.”
That’s when I noticed Lucian and my security teams, guns drawn, ready to jump in, and confused as hell, unsure what to do.
I waved my hand at them. “For fuck’s sake. We’re not going to kill each other. Morelli needs me to clean up his messes too much. Put that shit away.”
Lucian nodded, and everyone stood down, holstering their weapons.
“Jesus. I got your panties all twisted. That was fun.”
“I’m glad I’m here for your amusement, asshole. Fuck off.”
“Fine. I’ll let you brood in peace.” Lucian turned to head toward his car, but before he moved, he said, “Though it’s interesting to see the ice in your veins thawing.”
“Want to explain that statement?”
“You’re like your buildings, Pierce—all glass and hard steel, cold and unfeeling, like ice. But I got a reaction from you, something I’ve rarely seen happen. That’s Sophia’s doing, I’d say. Nice to see you’re not a robot.”
“Get lost.”
Instead of responding, he headed to his car.
Lucian had barely driven off the site when my phone rang.
I pulled out my phone to check the caller ID. The display read the number for the federal penitentiary.
Why the fuck would they be calling me? The last time they’d called, good old grandfather had gotten himself locked in solitary.
I answered, “This is Pierce.”
“Are you Stuart Pierce’s grandson?” a woman asked.
“Yes. How may I help you?”
“This is Doctor Allen at the FCI Otisville. I want to speak to you about your grandfather.”
Okay, this would be interesting. Something about her tone made me believe I wouldn’t like what she told me.
The last time I’d received a call like this, he’d gotten in some fight, had his ass handed to him, and ended up in a coma. His ego refused to let him believe the strength of his youth no longer existed.
Instead of walking away when the brother of a cartel boss made some crack at him, his pride got in the way, and he dealt with the consequences.
It was the same fucking reason he ended up in prison in the first place. The need to show one of the women he enjoyed parading around town that she’d heed his word or deal with his wrath.
“Go ahead,” I said to Dr. Allen.
